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+++ The Spell of the Cord By the knot of one, The spell's begun. By the knot of two, It cometh true. By the knot of three, Thus shall it be. By the knot of four, 'Tis strengthened more. By the knot of five, So may it thrive. By the knot of six, The spell we fix. By the knot of seven, The Stars of Heaven. By the knot of eight, The hand of fate. By the knot of nine, The thing is mine. - Doreen Valient "Wichcraft For Tomorrow" pp. 188-189 People wake up in the middle of the night. No, not in the middle...Deep in their brains. They know the present, the little braveries. We lock our doors from the inside. We want to be delivered. We want the patience of mirrors. We want not to be torn in two by a brown river. We want the courage to dive. Off the high board into human eyes. Behold the door. The lock's alive! - Stan Rice, "Behold" There is a shadow in the glass, a spirit in the candle light. There is a ghoul's sneer in the night, a specter on the window sash. We are not alone in this room! In the jack-o'-lantern's dim glow burns a hint of impending doom. Does he know something we don't know? - Unknown Blood Is that you that I hear? Your footsteps on the ground above my head. Your hands upon the headstone that bears my name. You are a dweller in the night! Beware I bite! On cloak as black as sin, I float, I fly. In hunger burning bright, seeking prey. Life is flowing deep within. I send it bubbling forth. And then I drink it in again. Another night, never day. Away away, into the dark I flee! Where I might hide. waiting for another night. Do you hear? Do you see? Do you flee? Or is that your hand I find near mine? In the dark! Dwellers in the night! Beware we bite! - Similodon I love to eat bones. They taste like scones. I love to munch and crunch at a midnight lunch. They taste better by night than they do by day. And they're best eaten when the flesh is all rotted away! - Unknown Hoof and horn, hoof and horn, all that dies shall be re-born. Corn and grain, corn and grain, all that falls shall rise again. We come from the fire. Living in the fire. Go back to the fire. Turn the world around! We come from the fire, go back to the fire, turn the world around! Wrap thee in cotton Bind thee with love Protection from pain Surrounds like a glove May the brightest of blessings Surround thee this night For thou art cared for Healing thoughts sent in flight... - A Healing Spell May breath for a dead moment cease as jerking your head upward you hear as if in slow motion floor collapse evenly upon floor as one hundred and ten floors descend upon you. May what you have made descend upon you. May the listening ears of your victims their eyes their breath enter you, and eat like acid the bubble of rectitude that allowed you breath. May their breath now, in eternity, be your breath. Now, as you wished, you cannot for us not be. May this be your single profit. Of your rectitude at last disenthralled, you seek the dead. Each time you enter them they spit you out. The dead find you are not food. Out of the great secret of morals, the imagination to enter the skin of another, what I have made is a curse. - Frank Bidart Ghost gray, ghost white, first ghost I see tonight. I wish I may, I wish I might, die a horrid death of fright. Do not stand at my grave and weep, I am not there, I do not sleep. I am a thousand winds that blow, I am the diamond glints on snow. I am sun on ripened grain, I am the gentle Autumn's rain. When you wake in the morning's hush I am the swift uplifting rush Of quiet birds in circled flight. I am the stars that shine at night. Do not stand at my grave and cry, I am not there, I did not die. One door away from Heaven, We live each day and hour. One door away from Heaven, but it lies beyond our power, to open the door to Heaven and enter when we choose. One door away from Heaven, and the key is ours to lose. One door away from Heaven, but oh, the entry dues. - The Book of Counted Sorrows Again the burning came, She felt the heat, the searing pain a cry lanced through her heart "Why, My Lady, Why" She lay quietly, remembering lost within the labyrinth of the past and the future she did not feel the bite of the cruel blade. - Inquisition Rotting flesh hot! Rotting flesh cold! Rotting flesh in a box, nine years old! Some die young. Some die old. All die hard and dry, covered with mold. What Will You Carve on Your Tombstone? 
Here I lie with a pleasant view. I'll be glad to roll over and make room for you. +++ Here I lie. I have always been a liar. +++ Here I lay. And I must say, I've had better lays. +++ Come blooming youths, as you pass by And on these lines do cast an eye As you are now, so once was I; As I am now, so must you be; Prepare for death and follow me. -- Effie Jean Robinson 1897-1922 Waynesville, N.C. cemetery +++ There is one last thing I would like to get off my chest - YOU! +++ If you think things are bad up there, You ought to smell it down here! +++ Here lies an Atheist All dressed up And no place to go +++ Here lies Ezekial Aikle Age 102 The Good Die Young -- East Dalhousie Cemetery, Nova Scotia +++ Beneath the grass, Still full of sass, I watch the living pass. And, I'm still an ass. +++ Sir John Strange Here lies an honest lawyer, And that is Strange. -- A lawyer's epitaph in England +++ The children of Israel wanted bread And the Lord sent them manna, Old clerk Wallace wanted a wife, And the Devil sent him Anna. -- In Ribbersford, England cemetery +++ My last remains, They've buried complete. Now, bugger off! Find something else to eat! +++ Life was great. But death is divine. Climb on in. The dirt is fine! +++ Our beloved friend Has drank his last cup. Don't pull out the stake Or the fiend will get up! +++ Remember, dear friend, When you stand on my tomb, It once was my flesh, And shall soon be your doom. +++ Reader, I've left this world, in which I had a world to do; Sweating and fretting to get rich: Just such a fool as you. -- In a Charleston, SC cemetery +++ I lie here forever A horrible goon. Remember me well, You'll be here with me soon. +++ Since I have been so quickly done for I wonder what I was begun for? -- An infant's epitaph +++ No more waiting for the worms to call. The worms are scratching at the wall. The worms are knocking at the door. The worms are coming through the floor. They'll not wait another minute more. The worms wait for no one at all. Return to Haunted Thoughts/Last Words Page 1 Return to Haunted Thoughts/Last Words Page 2 Go to Haunted Thoughts/Last Words Page 4 Go to Haunted Thoughts/Last Words Page 5 Go to Haunted Thoughts/Last Words Page 6 Go to Haunted Thoughts/Last Words Page 7  Back I say, go back to FRIGHTBYTES.COM you DEVIL!  Hey Zombies! Check out what my sponsors are selling for Halloween. This material compiled by Frightbytes.com/The Hauntings. |